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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Smog,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.