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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.