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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
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,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.