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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.