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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.