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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Pole,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Television,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.