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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 snare and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.