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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.