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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.