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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.