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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
New Order,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.