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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.