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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.