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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.