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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Television,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.