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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.