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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.