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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
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,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.