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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.