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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.