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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy 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 grime 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Television,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.