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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.