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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.