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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.