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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Wings,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.