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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.