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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.