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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.