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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.