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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.