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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Nico,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.