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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.