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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.