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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.