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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Slave,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.