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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.