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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.