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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.