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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.