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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
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,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.