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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Model 500,
Mars,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.