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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.