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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Sneak to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.