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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.