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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.