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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.