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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.