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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Mars,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.