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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.