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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.