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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.