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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.