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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.