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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
The Victims,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.