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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.