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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Nas,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.