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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.