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 France and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.