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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Japan,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.