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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.