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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.