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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.