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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.