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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.