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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.