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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.