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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.