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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
PIL,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.