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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.