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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.