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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.