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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.