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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.