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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.