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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.