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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.