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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.