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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.