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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
JFA,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.