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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.