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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.