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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.