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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
The Index,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.