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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.