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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.