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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Magma to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.