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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.