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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.