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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.