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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.