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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
cv313,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Pole,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.