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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.