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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.