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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Little Man,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.