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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.