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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.