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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.