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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.