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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Slick Rick 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.