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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.