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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Visage,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.