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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.