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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.