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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.