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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.