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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.