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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.