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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Marc Almond 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.