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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.