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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.