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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s 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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.