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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.