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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.