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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.