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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
June Days,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.