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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.