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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.