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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Can,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.