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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Grass Roots 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Index,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.