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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.