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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.