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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.