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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.