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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Josef K,
The Move,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.