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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.