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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Deakin,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.