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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.