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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.