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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.