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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
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.