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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.