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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.