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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.