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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.