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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.