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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.