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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.