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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.