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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.