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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.