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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.