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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.