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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sneak to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.