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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.