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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.