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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.