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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.