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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.