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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.