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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.