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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Techniques,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Brick,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.