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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.