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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.