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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.