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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.