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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.