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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Gong,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.