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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.