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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.