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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.