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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.