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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.