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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.