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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.