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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.