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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.