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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.