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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.