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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Index,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.