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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.