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 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.