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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Wings,
Skarface,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.