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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Mummies 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.