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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.