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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.