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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.