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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.