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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Japan,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.