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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.