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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.