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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.