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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.