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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.