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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.