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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.