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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.