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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.