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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sneak to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Can,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.