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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.