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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Index,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Lyres,
The Index,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.