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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.