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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.