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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.