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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.