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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.