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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.