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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.