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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Nas,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.