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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Style to the techno 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.