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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
PIL,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.