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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.