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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Style to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.