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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
MC5,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.