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 Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
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,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Index,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.