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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.