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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.