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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Crime,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.