Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.