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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.