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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Oneida,
The Victims,
X-101,
Franke,
Can,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.