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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.