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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.