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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.