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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Can,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Move,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.