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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.