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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
This Heat,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.