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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.