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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.