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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.