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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Cymande,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.