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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.