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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
The Move,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.