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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.