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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Fear,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Index,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.