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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.