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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Swans,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.