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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
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,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Shoche,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.