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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.