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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.