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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
ABBA,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.