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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.