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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.