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 Indonesia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Magma,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.