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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.