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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
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,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.