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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.