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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Monks,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.