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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.