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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.