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 Australia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.