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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Move to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.