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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.