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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
ABC,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.