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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.