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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.