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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.