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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.