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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.