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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Pole,
Smog,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.