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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.