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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.