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 Mali and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Franke,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.