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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.