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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.