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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Ituana,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.