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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Monolake,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.