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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.