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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.