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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.