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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Chrome,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.