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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.