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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Television,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.