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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.