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 Israel 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.