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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
UT,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.