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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.