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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.