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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.