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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.