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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.