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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.