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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.