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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.