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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.