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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.