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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.