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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Whodini,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
X-101,
The Names,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.