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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.