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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.