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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.