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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.