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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Japan,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.