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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Index,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Franke,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.