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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
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,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.