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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.