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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.