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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.