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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.