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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
X-101,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.