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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
The Index,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents 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.