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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.