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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.