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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.