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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sneak to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.