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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.