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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.