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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.