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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.