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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
New Order,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.