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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Magma,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.