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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.