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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.