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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Slits,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.