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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Mars,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.