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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.