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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.