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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Remains to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Make Up,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.