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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.