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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.