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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.