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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.