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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Japan,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.