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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.