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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.