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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
MDC,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.