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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.