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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.