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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.