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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.