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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.