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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.