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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.