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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.