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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.