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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.