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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.