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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
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,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.