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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.