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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.