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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Slave,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.