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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.