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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.