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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.