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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.