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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.