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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.