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 Benin and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 10cc to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
X-102,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.