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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
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,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.