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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Skarface 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.