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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
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,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.