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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.