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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
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,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.