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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.