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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.