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 Panama and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.