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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.