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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.