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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.