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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.