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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.