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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
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.