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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Can,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.