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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.