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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Television,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.