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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.