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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.