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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.