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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.