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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.