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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.