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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Move,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.