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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ten City to the rap 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
June Days,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.