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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.