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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Ludus,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.