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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Index,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.