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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
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,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Television,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.