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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sneak to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.