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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Smog,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.