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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.