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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.