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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Visage,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.