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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.