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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.