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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.