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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Sneak to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.