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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.