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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.