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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
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,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.