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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
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,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.