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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.