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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.