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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.