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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.