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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.