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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.