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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.