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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.