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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.