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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Cymande,
Can,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.