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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.