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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s.
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 Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.