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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.