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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.