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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.