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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.