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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.