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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.