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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.