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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.