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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.