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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.