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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.