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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.