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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
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.