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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.