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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.