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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Chrome,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.