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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
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,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.