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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.