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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.