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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
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The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.