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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.