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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Visage,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.