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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 organ 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.