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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.