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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.