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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.