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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.