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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
ABC,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.