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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Pole,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.