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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Scion,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.