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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
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.