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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sneak to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.