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 Sweden and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.