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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Japan,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice 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.