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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.