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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Flipper,
Faust,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.