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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.