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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.