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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.