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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Magma,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.