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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.