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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.