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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.