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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.