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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.