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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.