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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
CMW,
Monks,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.