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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.