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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.