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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.