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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.