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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
New Order,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.