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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sneak to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.