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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 grunge 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.