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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
10cc,
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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.