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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
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,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
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.