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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Television,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.