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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
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.