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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.