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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.