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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.