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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.