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 South Africa and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.