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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Smog,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.