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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.