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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.