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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.