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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.