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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.