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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.