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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.