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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.