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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.