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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.