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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brick to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.