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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.