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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.