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 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.