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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.