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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.