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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.