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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.