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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Organ,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.