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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.