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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.