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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.