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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.