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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth 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 jazz 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.