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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.