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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Nico,
June Days,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.