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 Gambia and from London.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.