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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.