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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 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?
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.