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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.