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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bluetip 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
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,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.