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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.