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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.