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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.