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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.