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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.