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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.