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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Can,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.