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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.