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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.