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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
The Names,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.