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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.