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 France and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.