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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.