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 South Africa and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.