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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
June Days,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.