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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.