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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warren Ellis 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.