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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
JFA,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.