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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
MDC,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.