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 Panama and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.