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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.