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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.