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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.