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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
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,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Fear,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.