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 Congo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
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,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.