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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.